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Tattoos & Rail Guns Chapter 7: Kev Undergoes Some Changes
The receptionist watched Kev go down the hall. Well, Sharness in the form of the receptionist. She had met with the receptionist the night before, drugged her, and assumed her form. She could have fed, but she figured now was not the time to tip off the tattooed warrior that anyone who cared knew about his entry unto the scene and nothing tips off a tattooed warrior off like a dead body. She would be fine and she would overlay the memories later so that she didn't even know she had lost any time.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monster?
~ Smith's POV Holy fucking shit! It's Inmate Zero. How did she get in here? Last I saw on the monitors she was still in her room meditating. I've read her file at least twice. Nothing in it said anything about whatever the fuck is going on right now. It feels like there's a rope taking hold of my entire body like a snake constricting. I can't move an inch.
By Lucy Torralba4 months ago in Chapters
Brass Ring Chapter 6: Welcome to the Party
Oliver and Cass walked into Osa Electronics. The store was what you would expect from a successful retail electronics store, with televisions, laptops, and consoles as far as the eye could see. The pair walked up to the customer service station.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monster?
~ Mat's POV That was odd. Haven't ever seen Ed act or look that way since I've known him. He and I had gotten here around the same time. It was nice to know that I wasn't the only one in the Yellow Area. Everyone in the Green area treats you like lepers once they know you don't belong in their group.
By Lucy Torralba4 months ago in Chapters
Tattoos & Rail Guns Chapter 6: Day of the Doctor
The next day, Lieutenant Sawyer started her plans for Douglas and Samuels. She took advantage of them eating together with Walker to talk to them. Fortunately, they had taken a trip to the PX and so Douglas was not in his usual blacks but instead a pair of jeans and a PT shirt. Well, Walker was sort of with them; he was deep in a book with something Latin as the title.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Chapters
The Thief and the Prince – Chapter 3: Peacock
Peacock Morning light broke gently across the forest as Kael and Arin followed a narrow path woven between towering ancient trees. Dew sparkled on the leaves like tiny crystals, and the air was cool enough to sting their lungs. It was the first time since their escape that Kael felt the world breathing again.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Chapters
The Thief and the Prince – Chapter 2: Farewell, Paevia
Farewell, Paevia Dawn crept slowly over the kingdom of Althera, painting the sky in faint gold and silver, but the light could not soften what the land had become. Smoke still rose from the lower districts, and the cold wind carried the smell of ashes.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Chapters
The Candle That Learned to Burn Cold
A candle in a monastery burned with cold flame, warm enough to glow but cool enough to touch. Monks meditated beside it, learning that not all illumination must consume. When the candle melted completely, they preserved the wick, realizing its lesson: enlightenment should guide, not scorch.
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
Brass Ring Chapter 5: The Storm Gathers
Late morning sunlight streamed into the room. Paul stretched, almost hitting Bruno. He smiled, happy that he had taken the day off and, better yet, had convinced Bruno to play hooky as well. He lifted the blanket the two shared, appreciative that Bruno was as trim as he was in his Corsair days; he'd bet a million dollars that Bruno could still defeat a swarm of crazed swordsmen even today. He got up, deliberately keeping himself to "normal" speeds, and walked to the kitchen.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Chapters
Brass Ring Interlude 1: When A Cape Falls
The crowd at the Crooked Jape parted as the thin, wrinkled man in the dark suit moved through it. his dark suit, Jonathan Verictus smiled; he had nothing to fear from the killers that frequented this premier gambling establishment. His tight-lipped smile had nothing to do with the parting of the crowd, but everything to do with the missive he had received in his email along with his morning newsletter. The news he had received made it worth putting on the restrictive headgear so he could deal with the din of the casino.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Chapters
